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The Light
The light inside me shining,
Butterflies are flying.
My nerves are at their peak,
The thought makes me weak.
Like climbing a mountain,
The reward will feel so great.
The aches and pains keep shouting,
"Turn back," but it's too late.
All the pain is worth it.
At the top is where you see,
The beauty of the mountain
and all it's scenery.
Nature is amazing,
A type of therapy.
Thoug...
Thursday 22nd December 2016 7:49 pm
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